#LMFAOO I HAD TO

[choccy-milky]

how seb and clora get together in my fic 💕bc what better time and place to confess and share your first kiss than around a bunch of inferi + the dead body of a man you just killed?? 🥰💖

[send-me-a-puffalope]

Family

I keep thinking about how similar Vanessa is to the animatronics. She might've been the only one of them to survive until adulthood but she still spends her nights coming back to that abandoned pizzeria again and again and again. Vanessa is as trapped and under William's control as the others.

Zoom up on Vanessa since I was very proud of her face and it's a bit hard to see on the full piece 😁

[hyunchans]

[tradingjack]

having fun with textures

based off of this

[opioidbandit]

plug a lil offputting n inhuman but he alr 😛

[turtletoads]

in the pillar of autumn. straight up "chiefing it".

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

fire breathing roommate chronicles !

a dragon appears . . ?!

lowkey..just lowkey.. thinkin about waking up one day and seeing dragon! bakugou in your house…accompanied by a giant hole in your wall.

you’re so confused you can barely process it. there’s a handsome man passed out on your floor and from what you can see (which is basically everything since his shirt is torn to shreds) he looks injured. you also live on the third floor so you have no idea how he landed here, but you think the huge sprawled out wings on his back, his tail and those huge reddish horns that scream “ i’m a mythical being !!” might be the reason.

but there is one thing you’re able to think about and that’s how much money will it cost to fix your damn wall??

you call off work. you call it a family emergency because you don’t think “a shirtless man i think might be a demon just blasted through my wall and he looks injured” is gonna fly over well with your boss.

he seems to be able to heal himself because his wounds look better than when you first laid eyes on him and you can see that his skin looks like it’s restitching itself almost, you decide to help him out a bit and at least dress his wounds up the best you can with the little you know about doctor..stuff.

when he comes to though, he acts like you’re the one who knocked him out. he’s snarling and scowling at you, sharp teeth on display while he growls at you from the comfort of your fucking couch. he spits out all types of curses at you, you’re shocked because they come out so naturally. you’d honestly expected him to speak like some type of caveman and for a second you think this is just a very rude man in very convincing cosplay.

he keeps insulting you and he’s a little too good at it, so much so that it actually hurts your feelings a little. he keeps yapping about how if you didn’t let him out this instant he’ll have you grilled and barbecued or how he’d make quick work of you and have you sold to some merchants for a good amount of gold, since you “look like you’re not worth that much.” you’re a little pissed now. you scowl at him and you feel silly for calling off work and not pushing this huge asshole out of your flat and leaving whatever knocked him out to deal with him.

“you’re the one who blasted a hole in my wall, you jerk ! i say i’m the one who should have you sold if you can’t reimburse me for this, asshole ! and if you wanna walk out without a shirt on and get arrested like a creep, the door’s right there.” you don’t care to see him, because you would’ve seen how his eyes widened to the size of saucers at your retorts. you’ve never been more irritated in your entire life when you stalk to your room to get some much needed rest and to fight off the headache you can already feel slamming against your skull. “even demon men are insufferable.” you mutter bitterly before slamming the door.

you somehow managed to fall back asleep because when you open your eyes again it’s about 10 am. you’re frantic for a moment because you think this was somehow just a very vivid dream and you’re so late for work now. you slam your door open wide eyed and your wall is intact.

shit, your boss was gonna let you have it—

you catch something from the corner of your eye. the insufferable demon man is staring..glaring(?) at you but it’s not as intense as earlier,though. and he’s very much still seated on your couch.

“m-my wall..” you trail off. he clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes at you “i fixed it” he gruffs out.

you like how his voice sounds when he isn’t screaming and threatening you, you immediately scold yourself for thinking like that. he stares and keeps staring at you and you can’t decipher what he’s thinking

“oh..” you gasp “thank you.” he clicks his tongue again and looks away from you. just as much of an ass, but you guessed he felt a little bad about your wall, enough to fix it..somehow. you won’t ask for details.

you can’t will yourself to move past your doorframe so you decide to lean on it a little bit, rubbing your fuzzy socked foot against your calf, you catch him staring at the sudden movement before he looks back up at you. “so are you…a demon or something?” he scoffs for what feels like the umpteenth time today “don’t insult me, human.” he snarls then his face relaxes just slightly “m’ a dragon.” he grumbles.

“oh, wow” the little amount of fantasy manga you’ve read could never have prepared you for this.

you thank him for fixing your wall and he glares at you like he’s mad about it. but then he says he owes it to you for healing him. pointing towards his bandage covered chest. you feel your cheeks burn a little and you’re waving him off, telling him it’s no big deal and somehow his brows furrow even harder. “..so ? what do you want from me?” he growls when you tilt your head at him in confusion “don’t play dumb with me, filthy human ! what do you want in exchange for saving me ?”

“ohh…” you moan. then you shrug “i mean, you already fixed my wall, so i don’t really need anything from you, unless you can make my boss give me a promotion.” you giggle at your own joke and you wave him off again when he looks at you questioningly “nevermind.” you giggle.

he ignores you “you don’t want anything..nothing ?” he speaks apprehensively like he expects you to trick him, you shake your head. he looks bothered by it. he lowers his head and his eyebrows furrow in frustration then he growls.

you think maybe, maybe, he’s the type to feel bad whenever they feel like they can’t repay some type of service. you hadn’t noticed he was apparently on death’s door when you bandaged him up before and it makes you sweat drop a little bit, you try your best to shake it off. he stands up to leave, but he glances at you and suddenly his feet have stopped moving like he’s stuck there and he stares. he doesn’t even look mad like you’ve gotten used to him being for the short amount of time you’ve known him, he just looks confused. he stares at you and you stare at him and for a reason that you cannot understand you don’t want him to leave.

“ um !” you shrink into yourself, embarrassed from his gaze and the fact you were suddenly so loud. “well..you can’t exactly go out like this, it’ll be bad for you i think..it might attract attention to see a wounded shirtless guy walking around, people might take you for..i dunno—” you stumble “a crazy, dangerous person ! yeah, and if that happens they might take you away..so..that’d be bad for you, right ?” you hope he doesn’t realize how much you’re bullshitting around for an excuse but he almost seems to humor you when he crosses his arms across his toned chest.

“what do you suggest i do then, human ?” he growls lowly. he stalks towards you slowly, never breaking eye contact. you will yourself to stay with your feet planted firmly to the ground and head held up somewhat high as you stare up at him, damn he’s tall.

“ you stay here until you’re fully healed, if you wanna make it up to me. it would honestly save me so much trouble” it’s the truth. you can’t help but feel bad when the thought of him getting captured or experimented on crosses your mind, even if he is an asshole, but you don’t say that. you hold out your hand for him to shake “deal ?”

he squints at you and stares and you stare back. usually he would’ve stayed true to his threat and burned you alive by now, the trivial lives of humans are none of his concern. and yet for some reason he himself doesn’t know the answer to he stayed, even fixed up your damn wall you were whining about and even considered apologizing to you..which he absolutely never does !

there’s something different about you and he wants to find out what that something is. so, not so begrudgingly he slowly grasps your hand and squeezes lightly. he ignores the tiny voice in his head that tells him how soft and perfect your hand feels in his.

“deal.”

[opioidkara]

* makes my fav indigenous * * makes my fav indigenous * * makes my fav indigenous * * makes my fav indigenous * * makes my fav indi

introducing my new eddsworld au where nothing changes except Tom is cree 😁💥

[angelmush]

plush vanilla cake w a vanilla milk soak, gently whipped cream + sugared stone fruits (white peaches n plums) that i made yesterday

[yrsonpurpose]

"bodies are just bodies"

[xxlady-lunaxx]

it seemed like the worst things happened on days that were supposed to be the best.

tanjiro had sold out completely that day, his basket light and happy on his back. the very same night, his family had been slaughtered.

nezuko was finally human, finally able to be with tanjiro again, able to live with him, truly. but only if he came back too, only if he stopped letting the blood flow freely from the people he loved.

all was well for zenitsu, though the training was hard, but everyone was so kind to him and he was proud of himself for how far he’d come. the letter he had intended to send to his gramps was cut short, unfinished as the news of the death for the first person to care about him came in a rolled note delivered by a small bird.

kanao was improving, both in training and with her emotions. but as her strength increased, so did the amount of poison in the blood of the woman who had once been a girl, taking her in without a moment’s hesitation.

senjuro was proud to be kyojuro’s brother and he would make sure that was evident, outdoing himself as he prepared for his brother’s birthday. but the food was left out, cold and uneaten, rotting like kyojuro’s heart—something meant to be beautiful; gone.

giyuu had been full of anticipation and giddiness because tsutako was going to get married! and yet, only hours before her marriage, her blood was the only thing decorating the house.

sanemi and genya were awaiting their mother, excited to see her as they were always in her presence. in the span of less than half an hour, genya had found sanemi standing over the woman they had loved—the one who had killed the rest of their family, the one who was killed unintentionally by the one who had possibly loved her most.

kanae had been happy, still high off the laughter her family had shared over dinner. but the night was full of tears and all she could do was hold onto shinobu and promise to never let this happen to anyone else.

gyomei was glad that kaigaku wasn’t causing trouble today, allowing the other children to go to bed peacefully without the usual disruption. but then none of them would ever awaken again, and kaigaku had caused much, much more than a little childish argument.

shinobu loved being held by kanae, even if she immediately scolded her for treating her like a child. she hated holding kanae in her own arms, feeling like the weight of her life was in her hands when she knew she could do absolutely nothing.

tengen had met the people whom he’d marry, and he was quite satisfied—after all the three of them seemed very lovely and he was surprisingly happy with them. but they had to run away, leave, and tengen could barely catch his breath with his own family’s blood staining his hands.

kotoha love inosuke, she loved douma, she loved this new life she was making. even so, fear was always stronger, fear was running away, fear was inosuke falling, fear was her own death by the hands of someone she had mistakenly trusted once again.

hakuji was finally someone, finally able to make someone happy. but that someone was dead, and his hands were now bloodied, and he wished he were dead.

yoriichi had made a life for himself, he was happy with uta and he was, for once in his life, full of excitement at the prospect of their soon-to-be child. except everything was wrong and he was holding uta like he should’ve held his child but he now they were both gone and all he could think was that they had done nothing wrong.

[choccy-milky]

can. can i just say: i love clora's tits. like, genuinely. love the way you draw them. so nice and big and pillowy. good LORD please shove them in my face I AM SO GAY AAAAAAAAAAA. okay, i'm good. thank you for your time.

[petitesmafia]

Dazai and Chuuya when they finally reunited face to face in the Meursault hallway,,,Dazai seeing Chuuya's goofy ass red contacts and fake glued on fangs up close and Chuuya seeing Dazai's fake ass ketchup blood splatters all over his prison fit. all the while Fyodor is talking over the loudspeaker thinking things are going his way

[kindaasrikal]

I dont know if its because I’m straight up obsessed with ninjago but

Tell me this isn’t Kai, Lloyd, and (male) Harumi. THEYVE EVEN GOT THE HAIR TELL ME ITS ISNT THEM RIGHT NOW.

[hawkzeyes]

Ooh get him Mia (you are your father’s daughter)

Green Arrow #16 (2024-)

[wickmitz]

i don’t wanna talk about it, i don’t wanna think about it / i’m just feeling low, feeling low.